Post by Owlgaze on Aug 5, 2009 19:16:49 GMT -5
Sagesong sighed as she gazed up at the clear, blue sky. She watched the wisps of cloud float gently across the blue stretch, lost in thought. Moons had passed since the death of her mentor, 12 moons in fact. It had been last Greenleaf that the plague struck. It was horrible, she thought, how all those lives had been lost under a clear blue, beautiful sky, like this one. She remembered the heat, the stench of sickness that had invaded the camp, and most of all, the terror.
And in the aftermath of that terrifying time, war had sprung up. And there was more death, so much death. As a medicine cat, it was her job to stop those deaths. But it was hard. Hard waiting in the sidelines of battle. Hard not being able to do anything as cats died from wounds she could not heal. And hardest of all was that she could not get revenge. The cats who had hurt the ones she was close to, she wanted to give them a piece of her mind, unleash the rage bottled up inside her. But she was a medicine cat. She was put in this forest to heal, not harm.
Sagesong wondered what the other cats' memories of that time were. She knew her own apprentice was born almost into the midst of the plague. Was he too young to remember? And the older cats that had pulled through, were they thinking the same thing as the sun shone down and the heat rolled in? She had been so wrapped in up in her own terror, and losing her mentor that she had scarcely paid attention to the other cats. All this she pondered as she stared up into the vast, free, sky.
And in the aftermath of that terrifying time, war had sprung up. And there was more death, so much death. As a medicine cat, it was her job to stop those deaths. But it was hard. Hard waiting in the sidelines of battle. Hard not being able to do anything as cats died from wounds she could not heal. And hardest of all was that she could not get revenge. The cats who had hurt the ones she was close to, she wanted to give them a piece of her mind, unleash the rage bottled up inside her. But she was a medicine cat. She was put in this forest to heal, not harm.
Sagesong wondered what the other cats' memories of that time were. She knew her own apprentice was born almost into the midst of the plague. Was he too young to remember? And the older cats that had pulled through, were they thinking the same thing as the sun shone down and the heat rolled in? She had been so wrapped in up in her own terror, and losing her mentor that she had scarcely paid attention to the other cats. All this she pondered as she stared up into the vast, free, sky.
